(crossposted from http://fearthecowboy.com/post/AbG5p4gKsRjGEkov9Z-JyQ )
I'd like to have a moment of silence.
Yesterday afternoon, at 2:33PM my beloved work disk passed away. He is survived by his younger brother, the SSD boot disk, who, like our whole family of components is experiencing shock and grief in the passing of our deeply loved friend.
Moments after committing my last set of changes to source control, my work disk experienced some sort of catastrophic failure. While his passing was indeed quick, it would appear that from the god-awful sound that the disk makes when attempting to spin up, the last moments of his life would have been extreme agony.
At this time, technicians do not suspect foul play, merely an unforeseen and unknown defect laying in wait in his heart was a ticking time bomb, awaiting an opportunity to strike.
While the vast majority of data on the disk is backed up on other volumes, there are no doubt some ancient memories that have been lost forever.
I treasure the moments I had with this disk, and I will always remember him fondly. We've shared so much with each other, from vast ambitious projects, to stashing data that I surely meant to come back to one day.
Even in this hour of grief, our family looks to the future, and in doing so, would like to remind others, that all life is indeed precious and finite, and for the love of all information and knowledge everywhere:
BACK YOUR DATA UP. BACK IT UP NOW.
EVERY SINGLE DISK YOU HAVE WILL ABSOLUTELY DIE ONE DAY.